Xu, the governor of Kaifeng Prefecture, spoke to the dozen or so people who were kneeling below.
The leader said: "Just after listening to the instructions, the young men have used all their strength to ensure that this time they will give Xianggong Zhang a good face."
General Xu said: "It's not enough to show off your face. Mr. Zhang doesn't like publicity. You need to work hard to use it."
Cha Tou said: "I will remember the governor's instructions carefully."
After Xu Jiang finished speaking, he rode away. His entourage followed suit, and more than ten of them prostrated themselves on the ground.
General Xu had gone far away, and more than a dozen of the poor men dared to get up.
The leader told the people below: "You remember, today is a good day for Zhang Xianggong, and you all know about the relationship between Xu Fuyin and Zhang Xianggong, right?"
“Don’t say too much, just do it with your heart!”
The bad guys immediately dispersed.
The entire Kaifeng Mansion mobilized servicemen, laid out troops, and garrisoned the troops for a busy night before finally laying out this sand embankment.
The soldiers on the road ahead are using brooms to spread the yellow sand evenly.
It rained heavily yesterday, and the road was originally very muddy. If you were not careful, your horse would be covered in muddy water. But after paving the road with yellow sand, the bumpy road suddenly became easier to walk on.
The servants brought Zhang Yue a Hexi bay-red horse. Zhang Yue did not need anyone's support and simply climbed onto the horse.
The war horse neighed. This horse had followed Zhang Yue on the battlefield in the northwest. Seeing Zhang Yue mounting his horse, Zhang Yue reached out and stroked the horse's mane to calm him down.
The horse was snoring unwillingly.
Zhang Yue stood on his horse and looked around. In front of the palace gate, the Seventeenth Mother and a few other people saw each other off, just like they usually do when going to court.
Zhang Yue nodded to Qi Niang, then waved his riding whip to encourage the horse to move forward at a leisurely pace.
Zhang Yue drove his horse into the night, and then the sound of horse hooves behind him was loud. Dozens of horsemen in the distance, each holding a fire lamp, followed Zhang Yue's horse with their horses and whips raised. They passed by the gate of the mansion like a strong wind, and the fire lamp also
Sparks bloomed in the wind.
The riders slowed down and gathered behind Zhang Yue, who was riding alone. The flickering firelight gradually dispersed the night.
Seventeen Niang watched Zhang Yue leave, her eyes filled with tears unknowingly, whether she was happy or sad.
Although my husband has ascended the throne, the road ahead may be even more difficult.
Zhang Yue walked across the street.
Although it was only the fourth watch, there were already officials and their entourage on the imperial road who were attending court.
Today is the main pilgrimage held once every five days. At the same time, news has been heard that there will be a special festival, and many relatives of the emperor also got up to go to court.
Looking at the sand embankment paved on the imperial street, all the officials knew that today was indeed a great festival, and someone was going to be promoted to the prime minister.
Officials couldn't help but speculate on the candidates.
The official counted on his fingers.
After Xining and Yuanfeng, Han Qi, Zeng Gongliang, Fu Bi, Chen Shengzhi, Han Jiang, Wang Anshi, Wu Chong and Wang Gui became prime ministers, a total of eight prime ministers in thirteen years.
In addition to Han Qi, Zeng Gongliang, and Fu Bi, who were prime ministers in the previous dynasty, only five prime ministers have been promoted today.
There are only five major ceremonies for prime ministers.
Another person was added today.
Who is it?
At this time, a group of hundreds of people entered the Royal Street. The entourage carried lanterns with the word "王" to illuminate the road, and shouted to the left and right. Seeing this, the officials on the left and right all avoided the way.
Even if you can't see the green umbrella and the lantern with the word "王" written in bold letters, just talking about the pomp and circumstance, no one knows that this is Wang Gui, the only prime minister of this dynasty.
The prime minister is the head of a hundred officials, and his etiquette is absolute.
What is lijuebanxing? It means that there is a clear hierarchy between oneself and one below.
Wang Gui also came very early today, seemingly getting the news in advance and waiting for the new prime minister before coming to the imperial city.
After Wang Gui passed by, the officials looked at where he came from...
Officials gradually gathered in front of Xuande Gate.
Soon Wang Gui arrived, and his entourage brought him a high chair and asked him to sit under the imperial city.
After a while, Privy Councilor Feng Jing arrived, then Yuan Jiang arrived, Xue Xiang arrived, Zeng Xiaokuan arrived, and Zhang Kai arrived.
Everyone in the government bowed to Wang Gui when he arrived, and then stood under a group of green umbrellas and looked towards the direction of the Royal Street. Everyone was not interested in chatting today, but was waiting with something in mind.
Yuan Jiang snorted softly in her heart, "What a shame, Zhang San, with such a big arrogance, he actually wants us all to wait here."
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When Zhang Yue's team marched to Yu Street, his team was only of ordinary size, and they did not display Zhang-character lanterns, but only held up fires.
None of the officials paid much attention.
Zhang Yue mingled in the team and watched the imperial city in the north getting brighter and brighter in the morning light.
The fires were put out one after another.
At this moment, no one could guess what Zhang Yue was thinking, but he seemed to be focused, as if he was not affected by the outside world at all, and he was looking into the distance.
Peng Jingyi had something to say to him, or which official came forward to say hello, etc.
Zhang Yuedu just nodded lightly, without further words, and fell into deep thought again. Peng Jingyi had no choice but to push it for Zhang Yuedu.
In fact, for Zhang Yue, this moment was like a cloud rising in the mist. His eyes were so real yet so unreal, and he was not too excited or happy, as if he expected everything to happen right before his eyes.
Consciousness disappeared instantly and then returned again.
It sounds mysterious and mysterious, but people who have reached the top of a certain field have this understanding deep in their hearts.
When Zhang Yue arrived in front of Xuande Gate, his eyes became brighter and brighter.
At this moment, the east is bright and the white clouds in the sky are dispersed by the rising sun. It will be a great weather.
Many officials were waiting in front of the Royal Bridge. The heavy rains in the past few days, the official's illness, and the news of the defeat on Yanyan Road spread, and everyone's hearts were shrouded in first-class gloom and negative emotions after the failure.
Where will the country go from here?
Everyone was at a loss and had no direction.
Everyone is speculating that the appointment of the new prime minister may be decided based on how the national policy will be developed in the future.
The moment the officials saw Zhang Yue's arrival, they immediately had the answer in their hearts. Some officials were so surprised that they couldn't contain themselves and silently wiped away their tears of joy.
Finally, someone recognized that the country was in danger and stepped forward to turn the tide.
The officials all agreed in unison and parted ways with a tacit understanding. Qushou stood aside with his head lowered to make way for Zhang Yue.
Zhang Yue continued to drive his horse forward slowly, and paused slightly when he reached the highest point of the Royal Bridge, overlooking the hundreds of officials waiting in front of Xuande Gate.
It is said that there are hundreds of officials, but in fact it is much more than that. There are nearly a thousand officials in front of Xuande Gate.
They were standing in various robes of various colors. Although there were many people, they made no sound. Among the crowd, Zhang Yue saw Cai Que, Xu Jiang, Zhang Dun, Huang Lu, Li Qingchen, An Tao, Pu Zongmeng, Qian Zao, Sun Zhu and others.
Further away, under a group of cool umbrellas were Feng Jing, Yuan Jiang, Xue Xiang and other prime ministers. Among them, sitting on the top chair was Wang Gui, the prime minister of history.
Everyone’s expressions were clearly visible.
Wang Gui looked at Zhang Yue at the top of the bridge as his entourage whispered, then stood up from the chair and smiled at the other person stroking his beard.
Zhang Yue also dismounted from the imperial bridge and walked towards Wang Gui.
Everyone on the left and right avoided the road in advance or bent down and backed away.
Zhang Yue came to Wang Gui to salute, Wang Gui returned the salute, and the two nodded.
Before the announcement of the decree, before the dust had settled, everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the matter.
